The Essence of Eranikus

As you touch the gem, a deep voice resonates in your mind. "Mortal, heed this plea. I am Eranikus of the Green Dragonflight, keeper of this accursed temple. My charge to ensure that the trolls never again bring forth their abomination of a god has for now ended in failure. As I imbue this gem with part of my essence, I sense my grip on the Dream twisting into chaos. Please - place this gem into the essence font in my lair, and let our magic there purge the taint from my psyche so that I may rest."

You place the gem inside the essence font. "Thank you mortal, you have - no... this, this cannot be! No! The corruption of this accursed god even taints the sanctity of a Green Dragonflight essence font! No please, I feel my essence ripping from me! THE PAIN! I feel the grip of an eternal nightmare taking hold on me..." "Mortal, I implore you! Find one of the Green Dragonflight to stop this... help me... I am chained in darkness... forever in agony... please do not torture..."

You engage the Oathstone, and Itharius speaks directly to your mind through the stone. "By accepting the charge placed in this Oathstone, you agree to aid my cause and the cause of Ysera's Dragonflight in redeeming the corrupted soul of Eranikus. The first sacrifice, one of many you and I will no doubt make, will be to relinquish the gem to me that has chained what free-willed part of Eranikus' psyche remains." "Do this <name>, and we will work together to redeem a soul worthy of redemption."

You have made your choice, and so it begins. Your choices have been, to date, what I would consider to be the correct ones; your actions and deeds henceforth will determine whether this is to continue.